Stressed

Hammering pulse – bloodshed eyes

Restless thoughts – sleepless nights

Out of reach – out of mind

Restoration, medication time

This is the confession of a man who admits

I can’t complete this

This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it

I’m way beyond your reach

This comes from a mon who is about to pass out

I cannot hear you shout

This soul’s lost and it will never once again be found

‘Cause there are no rebounds in the final round

Push push push push push it

Stretch it a little more

Faster than before

Gotta reach the call

Gotta climb the wall

Last man to fall

Still missed it all

This is the confession of a man who admits

I can’t complete this

This is losing ground, losing grip, losing it

I’m way beyond your reach

This comes from a mon who is about to pass out

I cannot hear you shout

This soul’s lost and it will never once again be found

All these creepy smiles

Glancing down the aisle

all god’s graciousness deprived